Mackerel Sky
Growing up on the Minnesota prairie, the spaciousness and drama, emptiness and sometimes desolation of the landscape remains embedded in how I see the world. Finding myself on the East Coast now, the landscape most essential to me, unsurprisingly, is the ocean's open edge. It is particularly salient to me off-season, when the wide, quiet beaches and dry grasses most closely comment on the world of my childhood; especially, that tenuous, transitional time - the interlude when winter hovers and spring hesitates in the distance.
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